Feeling a tad defeated, Poppy flipped the card back and forth between her fingers.
"Thank you Miss Livia. Do you happen to know if there's patience for sale anywhere?"
*sighs*
"I will keep trying, though it feels like I have done a million of them already."
*grins*

Watching the woman pull out the gun and discarding it, and people scattering like rats from a sinking boat, Poppy's eyes grew almost as wide as saucers.
"Is this how things are normally done around here, or is it just you?"
*shifting nervously from one foot to the other, stuffing just a little bit.*
"Pockets everywhere are laughing at me. I don't think I will be doing much of that."

Isn't that made of wax? Yeah, pears are kind of obscure, I can never find them at the grocery store and when they do have them it's one tiny little crate. That's kind of obscure. Speaking of wax fruit, my grandma had a bowl of plastic fruit when I was little.. that's even more weird.

Caught red handed, Poppy blushes furiously while making a deep study of feet on ground. Really looking seriously at them, it did kinda look at bit weird....
"Sorry, it is so crowded here and I was just trying to get by."

*is also wearing one for Platform 9 3/4*
Aye, they make several, and not just for Harry Potter. They have lots of different charms and beads.
You can buy them at jewelers or online.
I have so many I can't wear them all at once.

Alright. Good start. She couldn't be that mad if she was being this nice. He returned a kiss to her cheek in response and laughed at her teasing. "Mhmm. You know me well. Can't be out here with you looking all drab."

They walked together easily. Their friendship was about the only thing, aside from his relationship with alcohol, that kept him going most days. It was easy to be with her. There was nothing there to complicate things. Well, except maybe now Savannah. Still. If it wasn't for Livia, he'd probably just end up letting the wolf have control and live life away from humanity.

Straight to business. Probably better that way. Another drag off the cigarette and a chuckle, "No, that's definitely my sister you're describing. But yes, she's likely insane. She was never tested, so can't say for certain." He was trying to make light of the situation, but the deep stuff was coming. There would really be no avoiding it.

"It was...I don't know if accident is the right word." Jackson sighed, "I was fifteen or sixteen and thought I could make it out in the world on my own. That's when I was attacked. By a werewolf." Over a decade since this had all happened, but it felt very recent. Always would. "I was an angry kid as it was and going through my first change was hell. I resented my parents for bringing me to America. And Abigail, that's her first name, hated me instead of them. It was my fault we had to move. She was teased for her accent more than I was. I also learned faster to mimic the way the locals spoke."

He took a glance over at her before continuing, "So, my first full moon I went back home. I don't remember going there, I don't even remember going back to my pack. But I do remember attacking them. They were all sleeping and the wolf just...Shredded them." It had been a long time since he had to drag up those memories, but they were still very vivid. "She should have died. My parents did. But apparently, my sister was not human either. She was a daughter of Lilith. The demon blood in her helped her heal and Lilith came and saved her."

He watched her now, intently. It was a lot of information to take in and the most he'd shared with any one in a very long time. Even if she was his best friend, there were things that he felt never needed to be discussed. And masacarring his family had been one of those things. "So, technically, I tried to kill her, and did not succeed."

"Oh, my bad." She pressed her lips together. It seemed like Dani was telling the truth about that. The tinge of red against her cheeks, however, just made Sav want to tease her more. But she wouldn't. Lest she change her mind about telling Jackson his sister was back and looking for him.

Sav nods, "I'm fairly new to Paris. Once I get my barrings I'll stop by sometime. That is, if Jackson doesn't drag my name through the mud and make me out to be the bad guy." Because she was sure he would.

"Wow," She was impressed. "Sydney and London? Last I knew he was living in a dingy little apartment in Los Angeles. Sounds like he's upgraded." Learning they were neighbors in two different cities, very far apart from one another wasn't doing anything to convince her that they weren't more than friends. She might be mortal now, but hundreds of years as a succubus made it hard for her to believe that a woman and a man could only be friends. She'd died too many times because some guy she thought was a friend, actually felt more for her.

"Of course. That sounds like him." He was probably still a slob. "Well, Thanks again, Dani. Hopefully I'll see you around!"

Jackson was just getting changed after a match when his phone went off. Seeing Livia's name he grabbed the phone instead of ignoring it. Although, when he read the text, he was wishing he had ignored it. "This can't be happening." He muttered. Of course his attention seeking little sister would show up and blab that. Jackson sighed, but typed a short message back: On my way.

He finished getting changed and headed out, after picking up his winnings. Jackson wasn't...worried, perse. The 'killing her' was easily explained. It was just the fact that his sister was back. It only meant drama. Look at what she was already doing! Telling people he'd killed her.

Taking his bike, getting there took less than ten minutes. Mostly because he failed to follow any sort of 'rules of the road'. He found a place to park and grabbed his smokes. Before making any effort to find Livia, he lit a cigarette up and took a long drag. There. Now he could deal with this. He walked into the crowd and spotted Liv closeby.

"Hey," He smiled when he reached her. Jackson wasn't going to let Savannah as she seemed to be going by now, cause any issues between him and Livia.

"Nice to meet you, Dani!" Savannah popped her sunglasses back on her nose and kept the smile on her face, but she worried she might be pushing too much. Seriously. Most women hated her brother. She really doubted he'd changed that much in...Jeez. Six years? Maybe he had. She had. Through no choice of her own though. "Neighbor? Cool! Maybe we'll get to see more of each other. You seem cool." Yes. Keep saying cool. Sav does a mental eyeroll at herself. It was just her way of doing her best not to ask Dani if they were a thing.

Sav listened to Dani's suggestion and gave a little shrug of her shoulders, "Actually, yeah. That doesn't sound half bad. Although I mean, if you two are doing the deed, maybe 'bruh' isn't the best way to end the sentence?" She giggled. "I mean, unless he likes that, I guess. He seems the type, tbh." Well. She tried not to mention what she was thinking.

She should probably wrap things up before she asks the woman to take a picture of Jackson's reaction to the news. "I should probably.. go." Clears her throat, "Thanks for passing along the message! Oh, and could you let him know I'm in Paris."

"Ohh nice grip!" Sav smiled. The woman was suspicious, and Sav noted that she didn't offer her name. It was fine. Sav overshared. But the part of him trying to kill her wasn't a lie. She just maybe didn't share the whole truth. Like how she had been a demon at the time and how she definitely would have been found alive if her demon mother hadn't have come for her.

"Ew, please. No more refereces to me being anything other than his sister." The girl hadn't shuddered so much in her life. Maybe she should have just started with the sister part. "I'm not surprised. He likes to think I don't exist. Even though I've been around here before. I lived with him for a bit. Surprised he even let me crash at his place. After that is kinda hazy. I was actually just hoping he had some answers. And I wanted to see family. I might hold a grudge againts him for trying to kill me, but he's still my brother."

Sav hoped that did the trick. She had a feeling the woman wasn't going to tell her where to find her brother, so she tried to lay it on. She seemed awfully protective of Jackson. Sav wondered just what the heck he'd done to get someone to care about him like that.

A wry chuckle escapes her lips. "Hon, my family practically has the corner on 'bat-sh-t crazy'." She laughs and gives a sheepish look. "Maybe I shouldn't say that now that Autumn is crew." Running her tongue across her top teeth, she glanced down. An errant weed pushed up from the crack in the sidewalk. Life persisted even when it shouldn't. Tilting her head to the side, she gave a softer smile. "Except I'm not human. Jury's still out on the other stuff." Even with Livia's offer to talk, she'd not go into how she was sure her heart was damned. This wasn't Pity Party for Summer day. "I thank you for listening. And the hug. I haven't had a proper one in ages." Her smile was bright, showing every bit of the celestial brightness behind it.

Lips twisting, a bit chagrined, she added, "I just hope the hug doesn't mean you got some blood on ya. I ahhh...was having a little fun earlier with a vampire in an alley." Clearing her throat, she scratched her head, leaving rather fashionable red streaks in her bleached tresses. "Things got a little messy. As they tend to do."

Sav's eyes lighten in excitment. She knows him! Now she can go beat his ass for abandoning her. Twice. Yes, that's totally why she was going to him. Just as the money excuse was also totally the reason. "Uh..He might ditch if you tell him I'm looking for him. We don't exactly have the best relationship. See..he tried to kill me when I was a wee lass. Pretty sure he thought he succeeded too, cause he never came looking for me."

She shrugs, "What the hell." Sav sticks out her right hand towards the woman, "Savannah McCarthy. Well, that's what I'm going by now. My middle name. You can call me Sav."

"Does he have a name?" Savannah laughs, "Durr. That would totally help." But then the woman gives her that head to toe once over. And asks if she's 'the baby mama'. She laughs louder, "That's a good one! No. I'm not the baby mama" Another shudder rolls through her back, "His name is Jackson. Jackson McCarthy."

Say... *pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head* You look like a woman who knows things.
I'm looking for someone. About yaaay *stretches arm and holds her hand a few inches above the woman's head* high? Dirty blond hair, some say he's even good looking? *shudders* Probably has a bit of a tempter. Might speak with a Scottish...or Brooklyn accent. Dunno what he's doing these days. Dude owes me money though.

*snickers*
Did it? I hadn't noticed...
*smiles innocently*
You're right. We're going to be great friends.
Me and a friend just did a Harry Potter marathon. I can't wait for the new movie to come out in theaters.
*nods*
I like Snape. He's a complex character. He has the best moment in all the movies.
*holds up wrist to display Alex & Ani bracelets*

Oh, aye, I do all sorts of baking when the holidays roll around.
Lucky for you, they're all on the way.
*chuckles*
It is hard to beat American Muscle, but I'm a speed demon.
The faster, the better.
*nods in agreement*
Liars go into the same category as controlling.
But having any relationship you're invested in come to an end sucks, no matter the reason.
*wrinkles nose, too*
What a dreary subject.
Harry Potter. Like or dislike?

prefer her, but he is good as well.
You paint? Would you be willing to share some time? I'd like to see them.
*thinks*
Hobbies... Baking and cooking. My ex-husband introduced me to video games and it stuck. Curling up with a good book.
Likes... well, we talked about music already.
*grins and dips Livia this time*
Dancing. I'm a sucker for a good club. Fast cars. Getting into mischief as a general rule.
*nibbles lower lip*
Dislikes... anyone who tries to control me. Dill pickles.
There is more of all but those are the highest ranked. Yourself?

She lifts her brows to keep the cheeky smile plastered. Dark eyes widen, impressed Livia can see through her feeble attempt. So the perpetually cheerful and optimistic angel opens her mouth and lets it flow. “It’s been a weird couple if weeks. Lots of omens. Five crows. Poppies out of season. Sh-t like that. Haven’t heard from my sister Spring, but that’s nothing new. We were never that close. Oh, and everyone I’ve come across recently has died so...”
Realizing her brows are knitted and her gaze is to the side, watching two seagulls fight over a bag of crisps rather than on the woman before her. Wrinkling her nose, she gives a laugh and shakes her head quickly. “Probably a bad batch of edibles. Nothing I can’t shake. How’ve you been?”
Deflect! Ask about the other person, it distracts most people, eager to no longer have to listen and to talk about their favorite subject. Summer gives an encouraging smile, hoping -wrongly, very likely- that Livia is one of those people.

Through mutual friends she had head the Liv was about to give the hermit thing another go. Not knowing exactly where Livia was located at the moment, Maeve decided to camp out at the official Azhi address. Giving a loud whistle she waited for a reaction, any kind of reaction to her presence.
"Yo anyone home?"
Waiting for a while, Maeve rocked back and forth on her feet, hoping she would not get the wrong kind of attention.
"Oh Livia why don't you come out and play?"

*usually taken aback by females and their strong emotions*
*just holds her close and listens*
Dinnae apologize. It's good tae cry.. *he's one to talk. just beat people up, that totally makes the pain go away*
*Jackson nods* Exactly. See ye've got it all figure out. It just takes time.*leans back once more to hold her face in his hands*
Ah wish ah could take the pain from ye, Livia. Ah cannae stand to see ye so hurt. My issues arenae so bad. My time for healing started awhile ago.*thumbs gently wipe away the tears from her cheeks*
And, as yer bestie guy pal person, ah demand ye come tae me anytime yer feeling down. Ah might not be able tae cheer ye up all the time, but ah can be a shoulder tae cry on.

Olivia heard the quiet knock on her door. She had put the new plant on the window sill in her quarters and sent a text message on her burner cell. Her burner cell was running out of minutes and she knew it was disposable. She set the cell phone on the table. She went to answer the door.
She opened the door slowly and saw a Welcome basket on the floor. She knelt down to pick it up and saw Livia Vlcek outside the door. Olivia give her a shy smile and said "Thank you!" She looked at the beautiful Welcome basket. Two gifts in one day! She was not used to such kindness. Livia had been very kind to her on her arrival in the Realm. She had been given her a place and a home in Azhi Dahaka. She looked at the bottle of Jose Cuervo Gold Tequila. She smiled a bit wider and said. "Would you join me in a glass? I love a shot glass of a good tequila!" She opened the door wider for Livia to enter her room.
"You are my first visitor!" Her azure hues sparkled a bit as she motioned Livia inside. She saw the cell phone and it was a godsend to her. How did Livia know she needed a new phone. Bath items and candies of all kinds! "How did you know I liked bath bombs and chocolate truffles!" She set the basket down on the table and went to find two glasses.
She found two glasses and brought them over to Livia. "Please can we do a welcome toast!"

Bestie guy pal person? *chuckles* Sounds good tae me. I will always be, at the very least, yer bestie guy pal person.*takes the beer but sets it aside*
*not letting her get away that easy, pulls her back into a hug and presses his lips to her forehead* I'm serious though, Livia. I can stay like this fer hours. It's quite comforting. And I think we could both use it

*slightly surprised by the random hug*
*can tell it's serious*
*wraps his arms around her and holds her tight*
*after a moment he leans back to look into her eyes*
I'm all ears if ye need tae talk. Or we can stay like this. Up tae ye.

Vi watched the woman as she slipped the card into her acket pocket. She gave a large grin that gave Vi a bit of hope in the darkness. This dungeon was not the place she wanted to be in and she was most grateful for the rescue. She looked at the woman's scarred lips, the small swirls of smoke outlining them. "I am Olivia Pierce." the words tumbled out of her mouth. She looked at Livia as she pulled a pack of cigarettes from a pocket. She tore a piee of the heavy paper from it. She watched as Livia wrote something on the paper. Vi took the paper from her. "Thank you. I will call." Vi gave Livia a wide smile and she nodded at her.

No beer?!
We're not up to anything.
Much.
Gosh, I didn't know you were so judgemental, Livia.-tsks-
That's fine. But no more staring at this -motions to himself- Yeah, that's right!-dramatically stomps off-

Vi looked up from her place on the bunk. Her hazel green hues had a downcast look in them. She wondered who the woman was and what she would want with her. The woman had given the guard a hard cold glare as she slipped a key card from her pocket. She dragged it through the lock. The sound of a beep and the door opened. The words "C'mon and 'nifty multipasses' made a smile flicker on her lips. She followed the woman down the corridor to freedom. She'd figure another way to 'earn' her keep in this strange place. "Thank you!"

The angel was feeling stronger every day. She was noticing her skills in beating the ever loving crap out of others and sneaking a wallet out of a pocket without notice were getting better day by day. This was as a direct result to the mentoring of a certain impressively scary-while-being-adorable slayer. While in Sydney for a quick stop, she dropped off an ornate pot with a live peony plant growing within. She’d chosen the flower due to it being beautiful and deceptively delicate looking- the peony was a very hardy, hard to kill plant. Similar to Livia, Summer noted. Leaving it at Livia’s door, she’d also find a note attached.

Livia: Thank you so much for your guidance and patience with my many questions. It is very much appreciated! You rock, spatchc0ck mistress!

*laughs at the hair comment* Nooo... *though it probably could use a cut.*
*even with his new strength, her attack hug nearly sent them both crashing down to the floor*
*chuckles and returns the hug* Hmm. Not sure if I'm quite as silky as Zohan, that's an awfully big feat. *grins*

Waking up to a knock at the door wasn't exactly how he planned to start his morning, but the small package he got was enough to make him curious. After reading the note and finding out that this was his new phone from Liv he smiled and looked through the device to find the screensaver she mentioned.

"What'd you hide in here Liv...if it's that video again..." he shuddered at the thought until he found the screensaver and grinned lecherously.

He flipped to the contacts and found her number and called it, unsurprised to reach her voicemail, "I do like the screensaver, it helps to bleach that other thing from my mind. As for the movies, maybe we could do a movie night at home instead...but you have to wear that rosary..."

*Can't unsee what he has seen*
*Considers ripping his own eyes out but decides against it since they would just grow back.*
"LIV! YOU OWE ME A PHONE!!"
*Thinks for a moment...*
"AND YOU ARE PAYING FOR THE THERAPY I'LL NEED TO FORGET THAT!!!"

*Waits for the page to load.*
"Man this is taking so long...it better be worth it..."
*Sees a video that is DEFINITELY not safe for Facebook.*
"Wait...what...why would she... OH MY GOD! THAT DOESN'T GO THERE!!"*Smashes his phone on the ground and vomits.*

*She was right about one thing, he did indeed like forests.*"It will have to do then. Can't say I'm particularly looking forward to a train ride though. They are noisy and stink of people."*Wrinkles his nose in disgust at the thought.*

*Stiffens almost imperceptibly at her words but shakes it off after a moment.*"As much as I hate to admit it...you're right. That would probably be a good choice at the moment."*If that's where they ended up, there was no way in hell he'd let her out of his sight...*

*KNew Paris would be an issue for her.*"I don't think we'd need to completely give up our past places completely...just long enough for people to assume we'd moved on."*He was surprised to hear her mention plastic surgery though.""No, no plastic surgey. I don't want you to change a thing and I can't. If we are found again, I'll kill them all...it doesn't matter how much it hurts."

*Unable to help himself Jacob hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her into a kiss.*"Well, recent events made our old haunts somewhat dangerous to return to...so I was thinking about where we'd go next. What would be safe, I don't think you'd enjoy living out in the wild like I did...so we need something else..."

"Sounds like a plan to me, and I'm looking forward to that. The google searching confused me..all I could find was pictures of chickens..."*Kisses her back, full on the lips.*"There are marshmallows, I made sure."*Scoops her off the ground and starts to take her home.*

*Wraps his arm around her and gives her a squeeze.*"Yea, it's something like that..."*He flashed a grin at her before she asked her last question.*"This big bad wolf has big enough eyes to see your phone when he's behind you stealing money from your pocket."*Actually cloned her phone.*

*Nods knowingly as she changes the subject.**Plans to bring it up later...perhaps get a demonstration...*"The mint in the ice cream isn't as strong as the essential oils you maced me with in the past...and it's so good that it's worth a bit of discomfort."

*Stares harder**Sighs*"Mint Chocolate Chip it is."*Starts to walk away before looking back*We'll talk about it more at home when you come for your ice cream...hopefully before I eat it."*Continues on to get icecream.*

He looked down as the butt impacted his chest with a burst of embers before falling to the ground, that was the first sign that he'd gone a bit too far with what he'd said to her. He'd half expected her to put the thing out in his eye after the way he spoke to her, that actually would have been preferable to the look she gave him. He had to keep the charade going though, just a bit longer, she knew he knew how to read people so she might just be playing the part so he had to be sure.

"Sounds like a plan then, I'll see you when you get home." He turned and started to walk the other way, listening carefully to her steps as she walked in the other direction. Once they'd grown distant enough that even with his enhanced hearing he could just barely make them out he turned and headed down a side street before doubling back and starting in the direction she was heading.

After a couple streets he turned back onto the one she was walking and sniffed the air, he knew her scent better than anything at this point so it was easy enough to track her by it as long as she didn't take a dip in the ocean along the way. A little while into tracking her he caught sight of her again and then ducked into a side shop. Conveniently enough the shop did sell some souvenirs so he quickly bought a simple hat and a gaudy tropical print shirt which he donned before heading back out onto the street. At the distance, she should have a hard time picking him out of the tourists that walked the streets while he watched to see what she would do next.

*smiles brightly and fluffs new coif*
I woke up like this!
*wrinkles nose in slight irritation*
No really, I literally woke up like this one day. Apparently someone got tired of my old face.
*looks pointedly downward, with a sneer*
He can be a real pr-ck, you know that? But, to his credit, I am making bank with the new curves. So thank the Devil for that, I guess.
Oh, and thanks for the congrats! I was only able to become an eek-anus due to some very sage advice from a lil bird!
*grins and winks*

* Ronan smiled . He normally didnt use magic for such small things but the slayer was a friend. *
"The family is good. How are thing with you and life? Kids keep us busy and just normal everyday things."

"possible on the red bull along with anything to mix it with you might want. What have you been smoking my dear lass? I dont think I have ever seen you like this. Its kind of amusing actually." * Grins and hands her a red Bull out of thin air.*

The smile on her face gave her away more than anything else. Jacob was certain now that she was playing at something and wanted to push his buttons to do so...though the question still was, what was the end goal? What did she want to accomplish by goading him on? The only thing he could do at the moment was to just keep playing along until she let something slip.

Pulling a cigarette out for himself and lighting it he kept his face straight, stoic even. Keeping the death stick between his lips he exhaled a thick puff of smoke before saying, "Someone I know? Hopefully they take you to dinner first. Have a good time though, I'm just going to head home and rest my leg some." It was a bold-faced lie, he wasn't about to just let her go and walk the beach at night without him, he just wanted to see how she'd react to his words.

Another exhalation of smoke filled the air between them as he plotted out what might happen next. She could get mad, though he'd imagine that she'd keep up her ploy and say her farewells and head off to do what she'd planned to do. He'd of course trail her, staying a good distance back so she didn't see him. If she did meet up with someone else though, things would get messy...however much they might tease each other and at times torture each other he loved Livia completely. He'd kill anyone that tried to step between them without a second thought.

Jacob had gone out for a walk, staying holed up inside was still odd to him even after all this time and the exercise was good for his leg. It wasn't until Livia was just a handful of steps away from him that he'd realized she was approaching him, he flashed a smile in her direction as he tried to figure out what she was up to. The look on her face didn't tell him anything but she was coming at him with a purpose. Immediately his mind started working, had he forgotten something important, did they have plans... before he could reach a conclusion she was upon him and reaching for his pocket and a moment later pulled one of his cigarettes from the pack found within. His smile spread a bit more at the casual nicotine robbery as he reached for his lighter to light it for her and said, "Odpoledne krásné." but she just kept walking once she'd claimed her prize. His smile faltered and he turned in place in time to see her glance back and ask her questions. C*cking an eyebrow, head tilting to the side slightly in confusion he said, "You have plans now, got a hot date or something?"

He started walking after her, wondering silently to himself what the game was here, for as good as he could be at reading people she was always good at keeping her inner thoughts to herself but that made him all the more certain that she had something up her sleeve. One thing was absolutely certain though, no matter what her response was he'd be following her for the foreseeable future. Jacob had only just gotten her back and wasn't about to let something get in the way of that again.

That grin made him raise an eyebrow. She was up to something. Hell, he didn’t need to see that grin to know she was up to something. He pulled the beer out and examined the label. Pretty, pretty princess.

“Lite? Liv…Why do you wound me like this?” It was tempting to toss the beer at her. And while his aim was impeccable, he knew her reflexes were just as good. Besides, he wasn’t one to waste beer, even if it was lite. He shuddered at the thought.

“It’s fine. Beer is beer” He waves a hand, but he’s totally plotting. “I’ll meet you in the lounge.” There was a devious gleam to his eyes now. She wouldn’t know when, she wouldn’t know where, but he would definitely get his revenge.

”Lite beer,” He scoffed and walked away, opening the beer as he went and downed it in one gulp.

Part of him wanted to get indignant at her accusation that he'd never had froyo before, but that would just be childish because she was one hundred percent correct. He'd never had it before in his life and didn't know what to expect. After a moment, once she'd pointed out that he'd actually led them in the right direction without even knowing where to go, he said, "You're right, I've never had it before...Is it anything like ice cream? I've had that before and liked it..."

Something was clearly going on in that mind of hers, it didn't take a genius to tell that she was thinking about some angle. He wasn't about to start trying to figure out everything that went on in there. "Yes, we are going to the froyo place...but see, I don't have a clue where that is. I've just been walking blindly this whole time." For the first time he stops to take a look around, only to reaffirm that he had no idea where he was at the moment. "You never told me where this place was, so hopefully we are close..."

Still holding her hand Jacob started to lead her in the direction he thought the froyo place might be, though he had no idea if he was right or not...in fact he couldn't really think of a time he'd ever even had froyo. Shaking the thought from his head he looked at her, she was staring at him...did he have something on his face? Before he could ask she mentioned the money and he found himself laughing.

"No, I didn't spend it in a strip club. You know I don't really trust banks, I pulled it all out and hid it away, but I did put some into a private account...which is on a card that you didn't steal from me..." Pulling out his wallet he showed her the other card, "See? The money is safe. Now is also probably a good time to tell you that I have no idea where we are going..."

*has totally reached an altered state of mind due to the fact that she stole the Spaghetti Man's stash and probably his cabin where the stash is**totally needed cookies**really could go for froyo**screams because she was expecting not this kind of movie*

At her words his right hand darted back to his wallet, a finger poking inside and not finding the hard plastic that normally called it home. Shifting himself so that he was now lying next to her he reached up and lightly flicked her nose before kissing it. "If you'd just have asked I could have told you that there was nothing on the card... now I gotta go an get the thing back...You're lucky that I love you, ya know?" With a smile he pushed himself up before offering her a hand back up, silently glad that he'd not actually hurt her.

Once she was back on her feet he turned and glanced at her sidelong before saying, "...and I bet you still want some frozen yogurt, don't you?"

You know, Jackson called after her, You really ought to be careful of who you're knocking around. He was teasing, of course. He'd have to be insanely clueless to miss the fact that she dropped a beer in his pocket.
Appreciate it, love. Care to join me after?

Distracted as he was Jacob didn't sense anyone coming up behind him until it was to late and all he was aware of was something damp pressing to the back of his neck. Without thinking he pivoted quickly on his right foot, stepping out the side slightly and swinging his left leg towards the back of her knees as his torso continued to turn before reversing to attempt to drive and elbow into her throat.

Is was in this moment that he realized just who it was that snuck up behind him and what it was that she had done and he tried to pull the elbow strike and catch her instead.

Okay, okay good. That was alright. Though there was definitely something up with her. Then again, there was always something definitely up with Livia, so... "Limes are fine, Livia. And you? You doing alright?" So much for the banter.

She takes the lime, looking down at it, then back to Livia, then down to the lime, then back to...oh damn. Wait. No...Wait, what? Surely she...I mean, it had been a long time but...had Livia forgotten who she was? "What am I meant to do with this lime, Livia?"

"What? Ack... Chinkilla is the evil rat that killed all my monkies! Katherine, Livi... it is Katherine. *ponders* They say with amnesia that sometimes getting hit in the head works to restore it. Mayhap we should try that."

Kiernan jumped in place as Livia appeared next to him. Without much time for reaction he was quickly covered in glue and subsequently glitter.

For a long moment, all Kiernan could do was stare dumbly at Livia. "W-what?!" He gave himself a cursory look over to see all the sparkly pieces attached to him. "I mean, thanks for the congrats, but this is gonna take hours to get out!" Turning a pointed stare to her, he stuck his tongue out in jest. "I should make you help me get this out of my wings at least." He says with a laugh as he pulls a half solidified chunk of glue off his arm and tosses it back at her.

*ahems to make her presence known*"Excuse me, Ms Livia? Someone has taken my journal from my room and I found it in the rec room. With lots of booze. Lots and lots of booze. Theft and that amount of alcohol lead me to believe Addison is responsible for the theft of my property. Permission to shoot on sight? I promise it will just be a friendly flesh wound."
*stares pointed, all the while reasoning with herself of how shooting Addison in the face is really just a flesh wound, all things considered.*

*Then came a frown at the decline of her offer and with that she shrugged dropping to one leather clad knee as she flung her backpack off her shoulder. In that instance she flipped the flap open she then chucked the measuring tape in the bag then dug out a container of Lysol wipes handing them over to the women.*

"Hopefully those will suffice? I got tired of wearing gloves for the protection of others. I'm pretty sure but not certain it would take more then touch to infect you."

~looks guilty and pretends she didnt just pee a little~
"I will get you a lovely Mrs Sprew wig. So...when you say Mrs Sprew has the grabby hands...do you mean in an 'oooh lala fashion', or 'point on the doll to were the evil Mrs Sprew touched your danger zones?'"
~was owl eyed as she awaited an answer~

~pets her as she shudders~
"I'll be Fast and Fabulous...loves the wigs...can be a new person every night! Though, I will be careful of the Mrs. Sprew. I mean, Sprew is skeery enough. Genesis' room is boring. All guns and things that blow up. We definitely should pilfer Dexters room."
~nods and grins~
"So much excitement...I might pee a little!"

~flailed, what little she could~
"OMG! You evil little laugh...so adorbs!!"
~hugs more and whispers into Livia's ear~
"I can be happy being stuck with you, so long as you're okay with my cooties...never got my shots...oh, and if I get hungry, I may eat your face off...
~shifty eyes~

"Hey! You got the awesome purple robes going on! Totally rocks...defininately your color...is that a hint of glitter? Congrats, crew-mate, and I hope to achieve such greatness one day." ~is all inspired, but way lazy~

The Butcher returns after many months away to find his Liebste in what appears to be a downward spiral. He watches from outside the bar, her inebriation, her insanity, and decides it is time to pull her back from the edge. Like so many have promised to do.. and failed. But not at this very moment. He will wait for her to return to her apartment she keeps. The one she thinks he doesn't know about. He will not chastise her in front of others. Valentin has the respect to do so behind closed doors. Turquoise optics move to look at his comrades and without word, they continue down the street.

Lips quirking up in amusement, she forced them into a straight, serious line as Livia delivered the basket and information with equal seriousness. Accepting the basket, her eyes widened and a genuine smile lit up her face. "Tequila! Psh, I drink tequila when I'm feeling good." Summer laughed then brought the bath bomb to her nose and inhaled deeply. Not that she needed to; Lush bath bombs were so well fragranced, it made the entire basket smell delightful. "Thank you." Her voice softened, touched at the welcome. "Thank you for all of this. But mostly thank you for not microchipping us. Sounds itchy." She chortled then looked up at the slayer. "I'll do my best to stay out of trouble." She said with a solid nod of her head, meaning it. Truth was, the angel didn't really attract trouble too much. Sometimes sh-t happened, but that was more because she could be a Grade-A ditz at times.

Dessa heard the screaming long before she almost became speared by a broomstick. Confusion knit thick eyebrows and she frowned, gingerly moving out of the broomstick's trajectory. Her confusion deepened seeing Livia all bloody, "What in the hell..."

Tawny eyes followed the length the broomstick to see a duffle bag on the end of it and in the duffle bag, a snake. Dessa's confusion turned into a look of delight at the snake. "Hate you??" She turned to Livia, "But he's beautiful. The snake that is." Clears throat, "Why are you all bloody?"

Dessa holds her hand out to the snake and murmurs an 'It's okay', to the snake. Even after being turned, she seemed to have a bit of an affinity with snakes. She had a snake for a familiar and others seemed to enjoy her presence. The snake calmed and she gently pulled him out of the bag, letting him curl around her as he pleased. Hopefully Livia would be put at ease, seeing how friendly the snake was.

It had taken him longer than he thought it would to run out and buy a small box of white mice, they were farther from a pet store that he would have thought possible. As he walked into the house the chaos was immediately noticeable, everything was a wreck. At first he thought that Liv had been attacked again but he couldn't smell anyone's blood but Livs or gunfire, there was no forced entry, bodies, and the building wasn't on fire or blown up. It was then that he saw the open box on the floor and said aloud, "I guess it was snakes themselves that she wasn't fond of..." before sitting among the wreckage to wait for her to return from wherever she's run off to.

*feels he might be getting played*
*glare*
A few hours? Even that's too long
*awful memories of watching Noah for Cait*
*although kinda grateful he didn't offer to help her rid herself of the baby. Good call.*
My...Spidey suit? Whatever you're on, I want some too.
*jogs after her*
What exactly is this important job??

Jacob had been out and about and found a surprise for Liv, he was curious as to how she'd react to a new pet. The Diamond Python he found wasn't venomous but he couldn't quite remember if it was the venom that she didn't like or the snakes themselves. There was only one way to find out.

After stopping off to get a gift box for the new pet and storing it safely inside Jacob went back to their home, saddened to find that Liv wasn't currently there. He was sure she wouldn't be gone long though so he put the gift near the door in a spot she was sure to find it with a card on top that read, "For you beautiful, don't let it tempt you to leave the garden."He waited for a bit for her but when she didn't show after a while he headed out to pick up some mice to feed their new pet, just in case she was on an extended trip.

*unsure*
*should be happy for her. That's what normal people would do.*
*he's not normal people*
Eat it? I mean. I'd be doing you a favor if I did. Those things are life suckers. It should not see the light if day.
*shudders*
Do you even like babies?!

*mouth agape*
*so very many confusing thoughts*
They're useless little beings who rely on people to do everything for them and yet they absorb everything. I might have taught one how to pay strippers...
*stares at in slight horror* Are you...??

"Wouldn't I?" A wry grin spreads across his face before he takes another long drag of his cigarette. "I think I could manage to deal with that particular torment...but I won't have to though, tight? Since you won't be getting another squeaky toy..."

Inhales deeply as he considers her threat. What could he even counter with? She had more property than Trump but those seemed to blow up or burn down with alarming regularity. Finally he says, "I'm sure you'd hate that as much as I'd hate to see a certain duffle bag sold on a street corner for fifty bucks and a pack of gum."

Steals her pack from her as she's lighting her cigarette and pulls one out for himself before sliding the pack back into her pocket. As he lights the stick of death he mutters, "The next one would have cost you alla your money...."

"No Livia, this is about us going somewhere alone, to get away from everyone, not going to spend time with other people." He frowned then, she was already trying to back out of camping with him alone. "Is spending time with me that abhorrent?"

"No, it's to late for that, You're coming with me now even if I have to strap you to my back and drag you along with me Love." A soft grin flashed on his face before he leaned in and kissed her. "You'll have a good time, I'm sure."

The question she'd just asked him was so ridiculous that he had to laugh again. It took him a moment to regain his composure before he could say, "No, that's not the only way. Some grow naturally, some get carried from place to place by other animals. Even people can track them around. There are tons of ways it can happen."

Again he found himself only able to stare at her in total confusion. "What in the world are you talking about? Rabbits don't have gardens, if anything they steal from peoples gardens. And the vegetables I find in the forest are most commonly spread by birds dropping seeds when they eat, though they spread other ways too." He was really starting to think she'd dosed recently...

At her response he blinked and stared at her for a moment, did she not know what he meant or did she dose earlier and he hadn't noticed till now? Maybe she was just being goofy...at times it really was hard to tell. "Wild like, made with vegetables found in the wild. Not store bought, chemically treated trash. Much tastier....and only rarely hallucinogenic."

He couldn't help but laugh at her response, "I can't make any promises that you won't end up having to eat something you aren't fond of at least once, but I'll do my best to make it as enjoyable as possible. Besides, I can make wild salads too, so if you can't stomach it there is always that option."

He laughs at her adamant refusal to camp out near Sydney, "But snake is pretty delicious, a little greasy though...and bony like fish." Finally he stood up, pulling her up from the ground just after and pulling her into his arms. "Russia it is then. I'll get some things together soon and we can go whenever you like.

"I was thinking maybe we'd head out near our new home in Sydney, that way I could show you just how safe it can really be out there if you know what to watch out for." He thinks for a moment, "Though we could certainly head up to Russia, the hunting is better there."

"Sounds like a date." Yet another smile spread across his face. "We could definitely use some time to relax. One of these days I'm gonna take you out camping with me so we can really get away from it all."

Still grinning he says, "You know, I wasn't all that sure at first, what with the tackling and all, but I figured it out in the end." Leaning in he pressed hit lips to hers, kissing her hard before adding, "Yes, I got a call about a job so I had to run to handle that. Details at dinner sounds good though, what did you want to have?"

He was thrown off guard by Livia's words, could the little girl have been the same girl who'd been essentially stalking him the past couple nights? " ****...you know what, it may very well have been that little blonde brat." A small shudder ran through him instinctively, "And I wasn't scared, just creeped out, she tried to take a strand of my hair once after staring me down. I think she'd even have creeped you out Liv, there was just something about her that was wrong but I couldn't place it."

'Sorry love, I'm just a little on edge. Don't laugh, but this little crazy girl has been popping up and creeping me right the fvck out, and that should say something coming from me. Pretty sure she's gonna leave me be now, I wasn't exactly friendly." Reaches down and grabs her arm, hauling her to her feet where he kissed her softly, "I haven't been traveling that much lately though, maybe we should get away from it all again....take your boat out somewhere for a while."

Jacob responded much like a fighter at the sudden weight of a person on his back, throwing his weight forward and flipping the weight on his back forward and over his shoulder. At the last second he reached out and caught Liv though, stopping her from hitting the ground when he realized who it was. "Hiya Liv, you surprised me."

Stands back up and limps over to her, his wounds starting to knit already, he hands the twenty nine dollars back to her. "I was gonna pay it back, next time I'll just leave you guessing..." He grins and winks at her playfully.

Jacob stared at Liv as she spoke, the idea of video calls when they were apart was certainly appealing to him. "Fine, let's go then, and we can get something to eat afterwards." Her playful comment about fighting him brought out a chuckle as he skipped holding her hand for the rest of their walk and instead threw her up onto his shoulder, only to yell out a moment later when she leaned around to bite his cheek. He returned the favor by biting the fleshiest bit he could in her new position, her thigh, and said, "I said we'd eat AFTER we got phones....patience love."

He turned to face her as she pulled out of his hand, his face not looking all to pleased at the moment. "Why is it so important?" He paced closer to her, looking down into her eyes. "If girls would be hitting on me on this snapchat, then guys would be hitting on you. And while it has been a while since I've killed someone, I don't think some app is that important."

"Oh, I'm not allowed?" He took her hand then, holding her tight and started to lead her away from the shops, "Then neither are you love. I don't think I'm being that weird either, I was trying to be nice."

"Alright than, Let's go and get you a phone." He flashed her a smile and offered her his hand, "Who knows, I might like this Snapchat thing too. I should probably try to be a little bit more social after all."

He was getting more and more curious about what she was thinking about, and was about to ask her why she was suddenly acting so weird when she said something he didn't understand. "What is snapchat? Is that like Facebook or something?" Jacob wasn't exactly a social butterfly at the best of times so he avoided it like the plague when he could. "Why do you need something like that?"

He stares back at her, meeting hers with his own, "Well, I suppose that makes some sense. I've got a couple burner phones I could give you, nothing fancy but they can make phone calls on them." He pauses to think for a moment before adding, "Oh! They do have Snake and Brick Break on them if you get bored."

*hard time being serious and the feigned innocence*
*almost drops her*
*should probably not be doing these things while not sober*
*so never...because he's never sober*
*rights her before he does drop her*
Okay, okay. huuuuuge fish things are too scary. We'll go...somewhere. LA? LA has beaches, right? I never checked when I lived there..

-pouts-
-offers opened palm, decorated with colorful gummy bears-No one wants my gummies. So, yeah, last time they we're laced. Big deal. I fixed them up good this time. Now they'll really f-ck you up!

He bent his arm upwards after she finished speaking, raising her up towards him and staring intensely into her eyes. "Yes, I saw the deer. I'll carve it up soon enough. First I need to do something with you."

He didn't take his eyes off of hers as he started to lower her back down only to stop halfway and lift her back up towards his stern face. At that point he went from stern and angry to smiling broadly and kissing her as he whispered, "I love you more."

He growled at the offensive squeak, quickly running her pockets and finding the damned toy and tossing it across the room, annoyed that as it hit the ground it squeaked one last time.

"We're gonna talk about that damned toy...but first..." He stood and hooked his fingers into the waist of her pants, picking her up from the ground like luggage. "...First I'm gonna make you make some noises..." He started to carry her back towards her room, he'd handle the deer later.

-scoffs- Do I have robitussin? Always.
Trance music? Raves?! H'ohemgee. I really do love you.
-nodnodnods- Once I can see straight, I will totally write the recipe down for you. All alla da secret ingredients.

Blood, That was the first thing Jacob smelled as he walked into the Sanctuary. He'd been searching for Livia for what seemed like hours without finding hide nor hair of her. The only real encounter he'd had was with that Leader that smelled of death. He'd tried to go back to speak to her again shortly after the first time but she was gone. In the end he chose to return to the Sanctuary to wait in Livs room.

The blood was distracting though, it smelled like deer, though that seemed to be an odd thing to bring into the Sanctuary. It wasn't until he heard Liv call out that he understood, a peace offering. He almost chuckled, but instead he dropped into a crouch and stalked after the sound of her voice.

When she came into sight he slowed, creeping closer and closer before finally pouncing on her from behind and taking her to the floor. Once there he said, "You're still gonna pay....you're gonna be my squeaky toy tonight..."

-wides eyes- Purple drank? All you need is soda to mix with! I might have a lady crush on you, and this isn't the reefer talking.
-winks- We're going to be friends, I think. I might even give you the brownie recipe.

Considerably more entertained than she had been moments ago, she almost worried for Liv's safety for when her hubby caught her. Almost. Who could stay mad at that face? "Any time you need to hide, I'm happy to help," Dessa's laughter bubbled out after holding it in for what seemed like a lot longer than a few moments of lying. "Better make it a buck...The bigger the better!" She waved as Livia ran off.

"Squeak toy??" She tries not to laugh, but a smile refuses to leave her features, even after Livia tells them to shush. Dessa heard the steps and hastily wrapped the robes back up, but around both of them this time. While they were both fairly thin and the robes were quite flowy, Dessa looked a tad bloated under the robes. Nevertheless, she would do her best to hide her friend. Dessa went back to people watching, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

Minding her own business...Wait no, who was she kidding. Eavesdropping on people's conversations, deciding on who to...definitely not eat next. No. To make new friends. Yes. That's what normal people do. So, making friends, when Livia rushed at her.

Dessa cracked a smile, "I don't see any closets near, but there is plenty of room in these robes"

She grins and unfolds the robes, beckoning Livia closer. Might I ask why you need hiding?"

He blinks in surprise as Liv tossed the toy mid pounce, opening his mouth to say something he instead, unfortunately for his pride, catches the toy between his teeth. Even more unfortunate for him, as he landed the pounce, the damned thing squeaked.

Spitting the toy to the ground Jacob turns to Liv, eyes blazing with rage...and a hint of embarrassment, and says, "You have five seconds....start running...five...four...three..."

Stares at the toy disapprovingly, "Liv, you should know me better than that." The incessant squeaking starting to get to him now. "Could you stop...*squeak*...I mean it's reall...*squeak*...Damnit!" And with that outburst he lunged at the cursed squeaky toy.

I think that maybe we should all just make out, because I've already got my rescue animals. However, I call dibs on Dessa because I just don't do #SloppySeconds. Or maybe we can just have a giant f-cking orgy and call it good. That's sensational, right?

Laughs before shifting her on his shoulder, first so she laid over the back of his neck, then again so she was facing forward over his other shoulder so he could tilt her face to his and kiss her, hard. Breaking the kiss he said, " 'Bout time. I love you."

Jumps at the smack, shaking her even more before returning the smack to her own ass sharply. "I'm sure you would love, If you opened a shelter in every home you own you'd put an end to the homelessness problem." He grinned again, even though she couldn't see it.

Shrugs, jostling her on his shoulder, "Snakes are good eating, just gotta watch out for the bones." He'd have gone into the trick to preparing them but the mention of yet another home of hers drew his attention, "Another house huh? I swear, you own more real estate then Trump...at this rate you'll end up President of the US..."

"A secret passage? We'll need to talk about that...but to be honest, I don't even know where my room is." He kept walking as he talked, "I've been sleeping outside for the most part...but otherwise it's been nice."

He pauses midstep, "I do seem to recall you mentioning a boat...though you know, it's easier to collect insurance on boats then it is to sell them..." He turns towards the marina and starts walking that way instead. "...I can 'cook' anywhere though so let's take a look."

A short laugh slips from him before he says, "Oh, you are. You know how I know? It's cause you are always there for 'breakfast' the morning after 'dinner'." Another grin showed on his face before he leaned forward and pressed his shoulder into her stomach, wrapping one arm around her waist, and stood up straight, hoisting her over his shoulder. "So how about some more 'dinner'?"

A devious grin flashes on his face at her words before he said, "Yes Liv, I'm yours, always and forever. You should know that by now. I also know that you are mine, even if you don't say it out loud." He knew the song, of course, but couldn't resist the chance to get her to say it.

"Oh I'll still get that 'Yes!' from you, I'm not concerned about that. You'll never convince me to stop trying." He grins before going on to say, "As for the 'What?', that was about the other thing you said, sounded like lyrics to a song I don't know."

Stares at her for a moment, just a moment, before saying, "I can't believe you'd come at me with such lies..." As he talks he pulls out his prescription and pours a handful of pills into the palm of his hand and pops the pile into his mouth to chew. He points at her and says, "You're lucky I love you..." , before grinning at her.

*tosses light beer behind him*
*probably hit something*
*doesn't care*
*gladly catches a proper beer*
*cracks open and takes a drink* Much better...No..No need for a snickers, but can you blame me? I thought I was going to lose my drinking partner.*holds free hand over his heart and pouts*
I would have been devastated.

He had expected many things from his proposal, and violence was actually one of those outcomes. Head already metally prepared himself to be hit, perhaps even shot. The one downside of letting someone you love know that you heal remarkably quickly despite the severity of the injury is that when they get mad they now know they don't need to hold back.

The first blow to his throat was sudden but he'd managed to tighten the muscles of his throat enough that he avoided any serious damage, even though it still hurt like hell...no one is ever truly ready to be punched in the throat after all. The second blow that followed her words struck true though as cartilage of his nose caved in under the rapid jab. As his head snapped back from the hit he couldn't help himself from adding to the mental tally of how many times his nose had been broken since they'd first met.

He staggered back a half step then and raised a hand to his nose to stem the, now rapid, bleeding before raising the other defensively and saying, "That's not a no Love... And yes, this is how I chose to propose this time. I know what your thoughts on marriage, but mine are different. You wouldn't have really worried about me if you didn't care, you know that I love you. We both want normalcy in our lives, something we've been robbed of repeatedly. I want to give you that though, I want to be your husband again so that we can actually live our lives together properly...normally."

It wasn't exactly a romantic gesture but blood was beginning to pool in the back of his throat so he snorted quickly and spat the fluid to the road. In the process he realized that there were in fact other people on the road with them, random pedestrians that weren't there earlier, and from the look on some of their faces they'd been there at least since her first punch connected and that made him chuckle softly before he turned back to face Livia.

"If you say no...well...nothing will change. I will keep loving you, I will keep trying to keep you safe with all of myself, and if I lose you again I will burn the world." To anyone but the two of them that would seem like a lovely metaphor for doing anything for the one they loved, but she should know that he meant it literally. He'd left a trail of bodies the first time he had to find her after losing her.

"I want you say yes though, so much that I'm here making a fool of myself attempting some cheesy and, what I hoped to be, romantic gesture. Admittedly I don't have much experience with things like this though...I might have not put quite enough thought into it..." He stopped talking then, waiting to hear what she had to say, though he did keep his guard up. He didn't really want to get punched again if he could avoid it...

He didn't move as she gripped his arm, instead he just remained in the position he was in for a moment. He fought off the urge to chuckle at the mental image of himself sprouting the wings of a falcon and flying through the skies of Paris in his war form. Instead of chuckling though he continued to pant, hunched over on one knee.

After a moment of near silence he turned in place to face towards her, gripping her arm as if he was accepting her help in standing, though instead of that he pulled her down towards him as he rose, pulling her into a kiss. His lips met hers hungrily as he stood, one hand slipping around her waist and pulling her close while the other ran up her arm to hook behind her neck to mold her to him like a glove to a hand.

The whole act fell away in that moment, he reverted the slight shift of his organs, which served their purpose perfectly to make him appear to be genuinely sick and poured everything he was into that one kiss. After a long moment he broke the contact between their lips ever so slightly and looked into her eyes.

"Marry me again Love, I don't have a ring to give you again that means nearly as much as the last, but I have never for a moment stopped caring for you, stopped loving you...I've told you before that you were my drug, and it's still true..."

He stared again for a moment at her suggestion, wondering now if he should tell her the actual reason he needed the money. He wasn't exactly lying about need to pick up more pills, or about his tolerance, but he was planning something else...something she might not particularly agree with. Maybe now was the time to put it into action...

"I have been actually, I ran out of pills a couple days ago and have been trying to just deal. The pain has been ramping up by the day though. This morning I could barely move and it's been getting worse all day so I was just on my way to get more to back it down before I got paralyzed by it..."

As he spoke his voice became strained, like he was fighting something off, and his breathing started to become ragged. His fists clenched and the color seemed to drain from his face as perspiration started to dot his brow. To even a casual observer it would be obvious that something was wrong.

"I gotta go and do that..." He turned and took a couple of steps before stumbling and dropping hard to one knee, panting hard now as the guise he'd apparently had on moments earlier fell away...

He'd expected to have to run her down again, that seemed to be the game they played. She'd pop up, make herself known, then run and he would chase her. Part of him thought it was her entertaining him cause she knew he liked to hunt. When she instead handed him the money back he stopped in his tracks and looked at the wad of cash like she'd handed him a grenade sans pin. Instead of dwelling on it though he pocketed the money and said, "I do need to get more, I've been going through them pretty quickly...I think I might finally be building a tolerance to them which raises some concerns really...I'm not quite sure what I will do if they stop working for me, and you know what it means for me to go without them."

Jacob blinks as Livias words pulled out of the thought he'd been lost in. He quickly grabbed his wallet and counted the cash that was in it before looking up at her again, "One of your shirts is over a grand?! That **** better be made out of gold...." He stalked toward her then, "I would like that back though...I needed that to restock on my medication..."

*takes the seat**scrunches nose* Why did you do the game if it wasn't fun?*puts bandaid on* Well. You see, I got the pack off of a man dressed like Spider-Man that said he needed coke. I hear people get cranky when they don't have their Coca Cola. So I bought a few packs off of him! There's one of Robin riding a T-Rex. Those are Noah's favorite!*puts tictacs in her Italian ice and noms*

*beams* I have one that has both and also a picture of just the bat mobile. *digs out bandaid container from back pocket**spills out tictacs**sweatdrops, laughs nervously**holds up the batman bandaids* Which would you prefer? I like your new place. It seems nice and comfy, warm and fuzzy.*squints* Hunger Games? Is that like.. A very dramatic game of Hungry Hippos?*blinks excessively*

*tilts head**eyes cones* Hmm don't bandaids and kisses heal the owies? I did bring two Italian ice cones. I'm pretty sure I have some Batman bandaids in my backpocket with gummy bears. I can make you all pretty again. I come in peace and not with pikachu.*Pauses rambling, looks around* Where.. Where am I?

*The Irish witch laughs as he leaves the basket filled with cakes ,cookies a nd two jars of Peanut butter. The note reads*
Liv:
Since ya enjoyed the one jar I had in the house here are two of ya own to enjoy. Oh and the couch I have had for years. Family owned. Glad yo liked it.
Ronan

Another wad of gum appeared along the trail he was following after her, she couldn't be to far ahead of him. The trail of spearmint ended though, apparently she'd run out of gum after spitting out this last glob. After leaving the offensive scent behind all he could smell was people and cigarettes, she was obviously trying another tactic to confound his senses and this time she'd chosen a good option. There were so many people that smoked here that it would be nearly impossible for him to follow just the trail of her cigarette through the crowds, though that didn't mean that he was going to give up.

Stopping where he stood and closing his eyes Jacob focused on sound instead, it didn't take to long to discern the sound of running through the other traffic on the streets. Once he had a direction again the chase started anew. He would catch her...it was just a matter of time.

It didn't take much of a chase for him to figure out who had robbed him, of course, it was Liv, no one else ever managed to get into his pants as successfully as her. He was just starting to gain on her when the overpowering scent of spearmint assaulted his senses. His eyes suddenly started to water and his nose burned like he'd been maced. He wasn't about to stop the chase, as long as he followed the horrible scent he would still be on her trail. It wasn't until he reached the glob of gum on the ground that he realized that she had tried to shake him from her trail. A small smile appeared at his lips at the ploy, she was still smart and knew how to mislead him. Unfortunately for her, she now smelled strongly of spearmint, and that was easy enough to keep tracking after he got away from the glob of gum. "You're only stalling the inevitable love!"

Jacob had just finished rolling a few cops for their meager wages and was walking the streets to find his contact to refill his 'prescription' as he suddenly felt slim fingers slip in and out of his pocket followed by the sound of feet meeting pavement in a quick retreat. One hand slapped his back right pocket, only to find his wallet has decided to take to elope with someone else and leave him wanting tonight. Turning on his heel he started to run, to chase the sound of quickly retreating footsteps through the darkness with a snarl. As he pursued he called out, "You think you're good, you sneaky little thief, but you picked the wrong mark tonight. When I catch you I'll take my money and more from your flesh!" He kept running, shoulder checking a pedestrian and sending them spinning to the road as he barreled after the sound of feet and the familiar scent of flowers...

*Getting back up to his feet, holding what appeared to be his new pet to his chest, he started to walk in the direction Liv had gone. For as strange an encounter as it had been, at least he had a trail to follow again. A small smile crossed his face as the bunny wounds began to heal and he walked down the steps to the metro she had gone down moments earlier, his nose catching her scent again...*

*Mid-grin he notices her stance and before he can say a word his eyes widen as she throws the bunny at his face. Surprise paralyzed him just long enough for the fluffy football to connect, all claws and kicking feet, and he drops to the ground trying to pull the clutching rabbit away.*

*Puff puffs as directed*
Hell, I don't mind. I'll tear 'em to bits if they make a fuss.*He wouldn't normally, but the wolf hadn't quite settled from the full moon yet.*
*He walks them up to an apartment building and around to the back*
*points up* Third floor...fourth? window from the...left?*Could be wrong. Never looks at it from this way.*

I just stay the week of the full moon. It's a little more convenient.*shakes head with a laugh as she starts to shout for Eden*
We're not quite there yet, but I'm sure she'll hear you regardless.Along with the rest of the neighborhood, *mutters teasingly.*

*laughs*
You know, I actually haven't a clue where she is. She might be at home. I've been staying at the club the past couple nights. Eden doesn't like spending the night there though.*turns to the left abruptly, attempting to startle Liv, but also needing to go that way.*
Let's try the apartment.

*flicks open the lighter and bends crouches down*
Alright...Farewell, dead covered shoes*holds the flame to each shoe until they catch*
Now, do you want to walk barefoot or should I carry you? You know, in case you step in dead again. I don't really want to light your feet on fire.

*chuckles*
*probably should have offered to take it off...but didn't really want to touch it either*
I'll buy you a new pair. Lemme get the other one.*leans down to assist in the removal of the newly contaminated show*
Do you want to say a few words before they meet their demise?

*lets out a low whistle*
Scuba diving? That's awesome, you'll have to show them to me.*is presented with gifts*
Beer and souvenirs? You spoil me, Liv.I'm glad you're back. It's not the same without you here...I mean, I've resorted to drinking alone sometimes.*mock shudders*

Placing his hand over his heart he nodded and accepted the scarf. "This scarf has served me well both in and out of battle." Almost dizzy from a deep sniff, "I do thank you and I remain at your beck and call should you need an additional warrior."

*snatches cigarette and puts it out* NO! Bad Livi! *blinks* Ella is three months old and I am pretty sure she is part banshee. Or all John. Pretty sure it is all John. Spawn of Satan that she is. And you should have three, go ahead and knock out an entire family all at once. I will pray for you and the triplets. *nods sagely*

*reads email**is confused**rereads her own email**curses the fact that English is not her first language*I miss you. I MISS YOU, LIVI. Me, I do. PS. We have less than a month before she is here. *sends email and buys Rosetta Stone so she can learn to send better emails*

As rare as the blush that had preceded it, a subtle smile rises on his face at her smile, and words.
"I think ye and I ha'e always been on the same page in that regard, lass... velké mozky myslí podobně, nae?"

*snickers, then wades through the whispered rumors*
Well now that would be suicide to say either way, though there was a certain odor the burnt hanging around The Eiffel for a while.
*coughs*
Only prettier because he insists on not visiting the fashion houses for new skirts.

*glares* The kid already bruises me from the inside out. And is going to have a complex before she's even born. Tiny Satan, Demon Spawn... You and John are going to be the death of me. *loves on anyway*

After a decent walk through the city, Jack finally reached his destination. As a child, he'd spent his years attending boarding school in Paris, wasting away his terms with the privileged few. But there was no mistaking those that weren't so fortunate. And so, upon returning to the city, he decided to take his money to the local orphanage, to donate and hopefully help a few along the way. Reaching the door, he slipped his hand into his pocket and... wait, what? Where did the...

*probably should not be driving*
*his bike is so conveniently parked near them*
*puts sunglasses on*
Pears? That's an odd craving. I need a burger.*hands her his helmet. Gentlemanly and all.*
To alcohol and pears!

Thank gawd. I didn't want to miss it.*takes a drink...because being perpetually drunk is better than being sober*
*gets up*
*offers a hand to help her up*
*uses other hand to take another drink*
*probably not the best support at the moment*

Thank you for taking care of them and giving them baths. Do they sing orange juice lullabies to you when you do that? *jaw drops* NUH-UH! You're way cooler than me, and and and and and and *forgets her point and blinks down at Livia* We could be twins! Yeah! You would be the cooler twin though. You can change your name to to to Livlyn?!

Oh! I'll make you some meals before my next flight in a few hours? Oh good! *glomps and tries to bounce excitedly with* Oh hmm do you feed them meat? Oh oh actually they like cherries orsoulsofnonbelievers *coughs*

Livy Livy Livy, can't you see?! Sometimes ya words just hypnotize me!
Oh yeah. Cami has taken a cue from her leader and spent all night on this YouTube thing.. Listening to early 90s hiphop.
What has she done?!

*blinks* *feels around in her pockets* Da cash? She doesn't have any, that's for sure..I don't know, Livy, but when you find it, will you let me know!!?
Rap you say? Our innocent baby Angel has no clue. How adorable!

The blonde nods hurriedly and dips her hand into the basket, the necks of little plastic bottles caught between her fingers. She pulls a healthy handful out, little red and purple flowers mashed between the containers. Numerous green jacketed shooters hit the ground by her feet and she doesn't pay them any attention at at all. Sure, have as many as you want! I have drawers filled with them. I mean that. Drawers.
Camille's oceanic eyes sparkle with delight.
Tequila really is her favorite.

With a great puff of frustrated breath, Mackenzie turns around and marches right back to her precious CGT. And...almost cries. Seriously. While the gunshots certainly did give it a more bad-ss look, she cannot in good conscience drive this around. No. She is a classy girl. Or at least tries to be.

Still, she does whine. This vehicle has gone unscathed for years. YEARS. Until today.

WE'LL BE ROCKIN' TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN!

With a huff of frustration, she pops the hood and disconnects the battery.

Camille stumbles by, carrying a basket that's sloppily slinged over her arm. It appears to be filled with flowers and- tequila shooters? lots and lots of tequila shooters. In fact, they're splling out of the basket like a bread crumb trail with every sloppy step that the Angel takes.Liv! Liv! Look what I got! Did you know they had these little samples just sitting on the counter at some stop 'n go in the city? I took them all!

Mackenzie's phone buzzes, and of course she is wide awake. She's still walking. Really, she'd barely gotten far enough from her car. She can still hear it. And before she can pull out her cell to really see the message, all she hears is this.

BANG!
BANG!

Over and over again. A full f-cking round. She's stopped in her tracks, staring in the direction of the gunfire. And then her phone buzzes again. A reminder of an awaiting message. She pauses, staring at it. And then... she puts it all together. Gunfire. Her precious CGT.

What a lazy butt. He's tired, he says. He has to work, he says. Sol just had an everlasting hangover from moonshine produced by one of the Den people. That is the real problem here. And it forced her hand to try to fix the problem herself.

Walking to her car (like... for forever, again. Thank you, Solomon King.), she pops the trunk and walks around to the flat.

She blinks.

"What..."

She moves around to the driver seat and gets in. Surely this is an optical illusion. Key to ignition. Turn of the engine.I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE. JUST LISTEN TO THE RHYTHM OF MY HEART. THERE'S A CHANCE WE CAN MAKE IT NOW. WE'LL BE-

Turning off the car, Mackenzie can practically lunges out of her car in her frazzled state as a string of profanities escape her. Loudly.

"No. Nope. You are evil. You are on time out."

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOO HUH!

"Oh my god. It's bloody possessed." And so, she hurries off, the car still playing the obnoxious music at full volume. Maybe no one would notice it's hers?

*arches eyebrow*
I wouldna dream o'sich a thing. I ha'e ne'er told ye, but when Paris was liberated... many years b'fore ye were born... I was in a Scottish Regiment that marched into the city. Why would I vandalize place I helped free from the Nazi scourge?
*ahem*
Nae, I speak o'the vandalism of a certain Ducati motorcycle, that is now adorned with red, white and blue glitter... oddly enough, the same colors as the French flag. Although it now also sports a Union Jack which I ha'e been unable to remove.

Addie pursed her lips; should she even tell her best friend about the other names her very strange husband had suggested. Margarita, Killer, Fang... you'd think the man would not tease her at such a time, but, John finds her temper hilarious. Shaking herself out of thoughts, she put on a bright smile for Livi; no way would she ever mention those names.

"To be honest, I haven't given it much thought... I suppose we will argue about it until they are born. Or even after..."

For months. This was going to be worse than dealing with Russians; Addie's smile dipped at the mention of his family, not that she ever cared much about what people thought, but suddenly it was different.

"Interesting because they don't even like me... I'm not part of their clan. Nice enough because I have the baby, of course. Did you know that John is as old as dirt?"

A squee of excitement pulled from the blonde’s upturned mouth, that blue box would always make her giddy; Valentin being so sweet even after they had it out the last time, well, the man was certainly a bigger person that she was. The choker, however, easily dismissed why she was pouting at him in the first place.

“You will have to thank him for me when you return home and bring him back with you. I’m not going to make you stay here for four months. But you do have to come back before November, yes? Not that I’d complain if you stayed forever.

Addie did a little wiggle on the barstool, oh, how she missed shopping in Paris, well, she missed shopping anywhere, but her best friend knew the things she liked so this was even better; no work, all the goodies. Perfect, really.

“You’re saving me from having to shop, lovie. I do so love you for that.” Addie sipped from her water, laughter still pushing her dimples deep into her cheeks. “Names… well, see… Let’s be honest, John and I are never going to agree on them. He thinks he’s being funny throwing Jack Daniels Doe into the pot if it’s a boy. He’s insufferable, at times, that man. As for his family, well, that's just...interesting, to say the least.”

Addie was overjoyed at the sight of her Sid; still laughing her green eyes darted towards the bags at her feet and then back up to her Livi’s smiling face. God, it was good to have some kind of normalcy here in the Den, one that she could depend on to be normal anyway, sorta. Maybe? Her bottom easily slid into one of the barstools, shoving the bottle of booze in front of her friend before uncapping the bottle of water to take a pull from it before answering questions.

We are quite well, even had myself checked by one of John’s family’s midwives… that’s a whole thing that I’ll have to catch you up on, Sid. November, yes. I’m good, you sit! Tell me all! How are you? Whatcha get me!? How is Val? Will you move in and keep me from going crazy?”

In her exuberance to get into the door of the Den after spotting the only other person she was truly close to, other than her husband, Addie tripped over her feet and the call out to her bestie came out as a scream. Righting herself, mossy orbs danced with laughter as she bounced her expanding frame in one spot; she was far too excited...or had to pee.

Moving in until November? Good!

She wouldn't give her best friend the chance to deny as she moved behind the bar and pulled herself out a water and a bottle of liquor for Livia.

My game has game.
Or, something like that.
Anywho, I say we get some booze, get plastered, go down to the beach, and run around naked, screaming like banshees, until the gods hear us, and invites us for tea.

Ja, so I can clean up now. -looks at his shirt- You know how much I dislike my clothes being.. dirty. -opens the door for his Liebste- Ja, I want to see what your life was previous to Irkutsk. -frowns- Quit being so paranoid Livia.

-takes her by the elbow gently and begins to guide Livia towards the awaiting car- Less venom Liebste.. And no, none of those places. -his face remains without emotion but his eyes show amusement- It is a surprise. You do like surprises no? -stops momentarily- So this is the Den? I think we should have a tour.. I would love to see where you spent so much of your time before you joined us in Irkutsk. -leads her to the back door-

-walks past Madchen and her husband- Hallo -gives a nod to John- Long time no see John. -raises a brow at Adara and calls out to Livia- Are you ready Liebste? We have an appointment to attend. -offers his hand-

We could always pit the men against one another in a pissing contest and we can leave on my plane. I'm leaving on it regardless, granted, John will drag me back by my hair, but I will not stick around to see what the Butcher has in store for anyone. I love you, Livi... *tries to smile, fails*

You could throw a co-ed at him? Works for John... but not usually for long. Tends to break them. But maybe long enough for you to run away...or send John to talk to him. A little man to man. No. That won't work. We'd both be screwed and I'm already married to one so I can't get any more screwed than that other than the stupid barbed wire and garage fiasco and I'm rambling and oh mai gawd why is he coming here? *breathes and whimpers*

*coughs* Um... Livi... John wanted to tell you something, but um... you may wanna run. Code Butcher. *backs away slowly to hide behind her husband just in case* He tricked me! It's not fair! I was starving and he... LIED!

*snorts* You think the hair ribbons are bad, you should see what he does with their intestines. *smiles brightly* He wouldn't hurt you, just go get the cake! I'm starving Livi...*whines and looks down at her phone* Oh... by the way, Valentin thinks that cake is not cake.. but only has cake for you. *makes the face* He overshared.

You will have to talk to the little wife about that, she doesn't think the garage will be suitable but I think it will be fine. Just try and catch her when her mouth isn't stuffed full of co...cake. Yeah, cake.

*facepalms and just walks to the garage, leaving her husband and the cake behind* JOHN HAS THE CAKE BISH! *whimpers* He won't give it. And apparently the Butcher wishes for cake and you did not give it... so at midnight, a pumpkin? *is still really confused*

*is so confused and is losing her own game but texts anyway* I... think he's going to give you cake. I have chocolate. Or I would but someone won't give it. You should make him...give me the cake. I'm hungry, bish. I want cake.

*Hears his wife's phone beep and looks at the message on the screen. Looks down at his wife and then decides to answer for her. *
I'm sorry, she will have to get back to you, I have taught her never to talk with her mouth full.

Her laughter was infectious; she was one of the few that could affect his mood just by laughing, and as the peals of her mirth echoed around them, he found himself laughing with her. Then he gave a mock frown as he attempted to control and stifle his own amusement.

"Threatenin' her shoes... now there's a thought. O'course, if I had to go through w's'ch a threat, it would unleash hell. And not the normal hell... the 'Release the Kraken' type o'Hell."

"All the time?"
*gasps in mock horror*
"I'd be more than happy, not only relieve you of that second beer,
but to accompany you whilst you drink."
*shrugs and tries to play it cool*
"If you want company, that is."

"It's a deal!" deviantly smiling, "Looks like my day just keeps getting better." Evenly exchanging the items, Dexter balled up the scarf and pulled it close to his nose and took a deep sniff. "If this isn't the sweet smell of a female warrior, I don't know what is."

"1.1 g with a 7 1/2 inch barrel. Yes ma'am, Mr. Mason and Mr. Richards knew what they were doing when they designed this single action revolver. This one here has yet to see action", reaching to hand the pistol over, "Let say for a piece of your clothing... it's yours."

*Snickers*
*Looks in Livia's wal.......hey ...wait*
*Scowls*
This is not a wallet, LIVIA this isn't a wallet!!!!!!
************************************************************
What a poor excuse for a steal attempt.
Go try someone else.

*wakes up to strange noises*
*looks around confused*
*spots pear*
*grins and snatches the pear off the stand*
*hears odd noises again*
*sees crate*
*blinks*
*carefully walks over to it*
*removes blankie to see an old little creature inside*
What are you doing all locked up?
*lets the little beastie out*
*looks at the pear, then to the little beastie running around*
*gets idea*
*picks up squirming beastie*
*takes selfie with it*
*sends to Liv with a caption*
Thank you for the cute little beastie!
*moments later*
And the pear!

Addie had been consumed with her latest project, but not so much that she had forgotten completely. Lately, the two were like ships passing in the night; knew each other were there but rarely saw one another. Adara placed the basket of pears and a note on Livia's desk, even if she didn't get to see her, the gift would at least be found.

Caught by surprise, the ancient Scot barely had time to return the embrace before they disengaged. He was not used to human contact, at least not when he was not doing those things that vampires did. An embarrassed laugh followed the most subtle flush of color to his dark features.

It has been some time since Mackenzie had paid a visit to Livia. In retrospect, it has been some time since Mackenzie has really seen anyone. But for whatever reason, she feels outgoing, wanting to recreate those connections she once had and mend the bonds that were left to wear down to nothing but memory and nostalgia.

So very carefully, she places her gift into the box, along with her short and sweet letter, and sends it off to Livia's Sanctuary with her name on it in big, bold letters. She is sure that she would receive it, and more than sure she would read between the lines.

“I’m not working for a while…” It was the barest of whispers accompanied by the shake of her head; loose tresses bouncing as vivaciously as the younger woman, under different circumstances, normally was. Wild eyes darted from the papers back towards the photo; a finger barely brushing over the aged image of her father, her mind spinning, frantically to discern what was in front of her. Most of her memories began that night; the ones before were fragmented into happier times in order for the child she was to cope with what had transpired during the fire.

Her lean form moved; turning her back on the images splayed out on the desk as bare feet padded her back and forth; pained mien twisting over a heart-shaped face as she tried to push past the internal barrier her mind had concocted to save her from memories best left unremembered. With that pinched expression, Addie stopped her pacing feet and glowered at the mention of the Butcher and his possible involvement. There were too many secrets; and apparently a lot more covered up than she could ever imagine.

”Yes, Colorado.” Pieces of memories were floating near the surface; heated arguments, when she never remembered her parents fighting and extended periods of her father never being around, but they were not in the warmth of the cottage in Colorado. A hand rubbed over her face before she leaned over the papers; hands digging into the wood of the desk and began to mutter rapidly to herself. “My father’s name was Eli… but that is his not his photo in the passport. Valentin; he said he came here to not to kill us, but to protect us…why? Why would he risk his own neck; why would he protect me? He loves you, that is very different. There are plenty of thieves that are adept…why me?”

Her rambling tapered off as a realization suddenly shone in her eyes and she jerked her gaze up; mossy orbs drilling into cerulean gaze, she could not accept that her father was not who he said he was, but if it were true, if this order came from Valentin’s boss; there was only one real explanation.

Gliding surrealistically over to the motorcycle, he ran his hands along the lines, admiring the efficient simplicity of the design. As she had said, on the seat was the hand tooled crest of Clan Brollachan, which surprised him because so few had seen it.

The bike was in pristine condition, as if it had rolled off the assembly line yesterday instead of nearly forty years ago. Edward straddled the bike, and started it with one kick. With a twist to rev the throttle, he dumped the clutch and the raucous twin screamed as he took off, up on one wheel as he flew by Livia.

He carefully opens the small package, admiring the care with which it was wrapped. There was a small box beneath the silver adorned black paper, and he opened it to reveal a key. On the leather fob, was the familiar triangular logo with a red wave, and the word 'Ducati' embossed in the polished badge. Golden eyes blazed in appreciation, and he started to look up, before noticing a folded piece of paper... the title.

”We have nice things! And why would I have passport photo of a man if I was leaving?” Addie’s face twisted into petulant expression as Livia’s words hit her; it wasn’t as if she tried to break stuff, it just happened. Like the boots of Livia’s that she had worn the day her foot was stabbed or the bed post that was currently the cubs favorite chew toy; or even, now, the hooks that were broken in Livia’s bathroom. Plausible deniability; those were her favorite words.

Spinning on the desk, she hopped down to spread the papers out on the wood as a sigh came from her mouth; she really couldn’t explain any of it, she knew it was Russian, she spoke and read the language passably but Livia could probably tell her more. However, there was one certain mob name that stood out.

”When I went home the last time, I found the box. I have been…preoccupied. Forgot until now and that photo is my father. But it is not his name and...Well, the paperwork seems to be orders to kill sent by our favorite Russians. Who was my father, Livi?”

Irritation marred the wolfess’ visage; the metal box she had found the last time she was back home in Colorado, one she had forgotten about until now, was stubbornly uncooperative in opening, which is how she found herself sitting on Livia’s desk trying to pry it open with one of the woman’s knives and alternately beating the box on the desk in frustration. Finally giving into the girl’s not so light tough, the box sprang open and spilled its contents on her best friend’s desk; one glance at a passport and other various paperwork, her father’s photo but not his name, Addie’s hands began to shake as her voice rang through their home.

Thinks about it for a moment while having another long drink from the bottle. "That is a good point actually, it would be a good stopover place for those that needed it, as well as a safe haven for those that get in trouble while visiting the states." Nudges her playfully with his elbow. "Which would probably be you getting in trouble."

Takes the bottle and drinks down a couple fingers worth before setting it down on the bed next to them. "I wonder how hard it would be to find a nice little secluded, wooded area over here. I rebuilt the Den from the ground up once, wouldn't be that hard to do it again."

"That is a good question actually, one that has been asked by others as well." He gives a shrug of his massive shoulders as me moves to sit up a bit against the headboard. "I have thought about it of course, but in still don't know. I don't think I could manage it alone even if I decided to re-open."

Laughs at her mention of a gun. And then wraps a large arm around her as she settles down to lounge beside him.
"Trust me my sweets, that gun down there has killed more than most of the traditional types of guns that other guys carry."
Reaching to the bedside table he pulls out a bottle of Jack from a drawer and hands it to her.
"The beer is all gone but you know I always keep refreshments on hand for my guests."

Having disposed of the girl's body that he used so hard and well last night his room was back in order when Liv came in that morning. Waking up to her attacking him with the picture John can't help but laugh. "Good morning to you too darlin." Looking at the pic he gives Liv am evil grin. "She does look like she would be a lot of fun. You know that showing me things like that first thing in the morning will have you finding out really quickly that I am naked under these covers."

She reluctantly shut her mouth and hobbled to the other woman’s room to retrieve the duffle and return it without any complaint. Mossy orbs stared out from a perplexed visage; wanting to ask exactly what had happened between Livia and Valentin but hesitant to question the past. Livia seemed to be in higher spirits since the return of the male that would be staying with them so; Addie would hold off on anymore talk about the Butcher.

”I need to go to…run. We can talk later.”

Taking her leave, she would make her way out of the city, away from populated areas to shift to heal and leave her thoughts of the odd situation between the three silent for the moment.

Addie knew it was futile to even start questioning why she had become an accessory to kidnapping and god knows what else; to be honest it probably wasn’t the first illegal thing that she had done today. Picking up her end, they moved in tandem to deposit the ‘package’ on the bed, it wasn’t until she had back up a few paces before she began to speak. Far too sweetly.

”Soooo…I pissed off the Butcher, probably shocked him as well with being quite venomous. Upside, he doesn’t want to kill…you. I might still be on the table after today… but you’re safe. He still loves you by the way.”

With a toothy grin, she started inching her way towards to the door…just in case.

Slowly, an eyebrow crept upward as the whimpering and wiggling bag drew her attention as she slightly hobbled up the stairs to stand a step below her insane best friend. “Why can’t we have one day that’s normal?” A huff of breath blew a wayward piece of disheveled flaxen hair as the lump of bag began to muster up the courage to plead for some kind of help; forgetting her foot for a moment, Addie kicked at the bag and her own whimpering started. ”I’m not even going to ask, I’ve had the worst day…my foot has a hole and I’m pretty sure I have vertigo. Just tell me where you want it…”

Growling at her phone, she tucked it back in her back pocket and proceeded to follow Livia's instructions of coming home on swift feet. Muttering the entire time, she finally made it to the home they shared; barging in and slamming the door she screeched to her best friend. "Where are you?"

Feet were moving swiftly through the throngs of people on the streets of Paris; only stopping momentarily when the buzz of her phone went off. A blank expression remained as she read the message and replied.

’I’m ten seconds from going to Colorado. If he is staying with us and gets drunk and stumbles into the wrong room…. Wait, what do you mean fed?’

She blinks wondering when Livia got some guns, and stares at her confused. "You've been working out? Congrats!" She beamed and tried to hand her the soy milk contraption back as a regift with orange juice mixed inside.

I think you just want to be blind so you can cop a feel without anyone taking offense... *tilts head and smirks* Although, I do have a knife around here if you wish to be blind. C'mere, it'll be fun...I promise.

*squeaks as she is stepped on, she thinks* Beam? All this time I called it Bean. *head rolls to stare at her bestie* Patron works! *grabs at bottle, fails ten times, gives up* I'll try again in a minute. You doing okay, Livi...you fell over me.

*Nods and gets back on all fours to conduct the 'meeting'*
*After barking for a few minutes between the herd and herself she stands*They said that if you brush their teeth five times a day, they will sh!t and barf all over the house. They said they may want to learn how to use the pick..and they said they know how to use the toilet already...just..not in the toilet. Apparently..one dropped one in your husband's shoes. It apologized and said it had some of your medication.

Yes I do like them! *smiles*
*Nods and starts to bark to her half of the herd*
*After some barks back she glances up to Livia*They want to make a trade. They will stop eating your pastries...if you give them yummy Italian ice five times a day...That does sound kind of pricey. Used to be pugs? Did they steal your food after midnight?

*Words pass out of her lips so quickly, they make no sense.*
KLJADKLJASVLDKFKLJDSFOJDSKFLJDLSKFJKAJSLKJAS!!!
*clears throat*
They are so cute! I can babysit them while you get more pastries?
*Gets on all fours and barks at the herd*

"A bit jet lagged, yes. A rest definably will do." Tala delicately places her hand on Livia's shoulder, "I just want to thank you for welcoming me into your home without hesitation. I am truly grateful."

Giving a charming smile to a familiar face, nodded and accepted the ring of keys. It's been over three years since Tala walked the Realm - and has it changed A LOT!
"Thank you very much, Livia." Fiddling with the contours of the keys, Tala humbly continues, "Livia, this world has changed so much, it will take a while to become familiar with it's new laws, new roads and new faces. But I'm happy you see yours first."

*looks lost*but..why did he bra wear? oh! I'm sure he was just stuffing tissues in there.. OMG HOW DOES HE KNOW HOW TO DO THAT
*twitches again*
*screams*WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?! MY MOM KISSED YOU?!
*falls over twitching with the face*Dadd....bra....mom...kisss *twitch, twitch*Does...this mean... you're going to be my other mom? Do people have two moms? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

*Giggles* Do you want to borrow some of my clothes?
*Scrunches her nose* Yeah.. my dad stole a pair of my robes earlier.
*Shivers and blinks* Yeah Briggs is my dad and Cayla is my mom.
*Narrows eyes* He is behaving right?

The ancient Scot was not an expert at some traditions, but this one required a word...and a gift. HE shifted from mist onto the front steps of the Saints & Sinners Sanctuary house, and leaves an exquisitely carved, wooden wakizashi, along with note of filigreed gold calligraphy on vellum.

~Allie looks puzzled as she watched the slayer leave in such a hurry. The kitchen falls silent with mention of a bedazzler and everything from Aunt Jemima to the dancing plates whispers and performs~ Jazz hands.

~Allie just smiles as she scrapes off a burnt layer from the toast. Screams from the piece of bread could be heard before it scrambles away from the angels grip and runs across Liv's pancakes~ Hide me! ~The bread cries with the butter knife giving chase~

Are you alright? ~Allesondra asks the S&S leader with a bit of concern~

Of course she's alright! ~The pot of coffee answers and in the distance a symphony starts to play and a musical number of 'Be our guest' begins~

~Grins~ "In due time. Someone always in need of mortality." ~Digs in the slayers pockets before withdrawing a pick; a guitar pick~ "Ooooh, what's this?" ~She says with a smile and slips the pick back~ "My song bird. I had no idea."

My pockets were violated and the pocket poop(lint) was stolen. The guilty came forward after I channeled a little Liam Neeson. It was Edward. ~Points a finger of shame before coming to a positive conclusion~ However, he did fashion it into a doll. Maybe I can turn it into a voodoo doll?

The fallen angel had always been quite the trickster, and over the years she had made Livia the target of a few pranks. Tonight she mused quietly in the shadows feeling that the adornment of the Golden Robes called for something utterly sinister in the way of pranking. When the time was right the trap was put into play; a young maid carrying a rather large box wrapped in shimmery gold wrapping paper trimmed with an equally lavish gold ribbon tied into a bow at the top.

Inside this box was a large container of gold and silver glitter, rigged to explode when the package was opened, regardless of who was to open it. There was also a small camera tucked inside that was calibrated to snap a series of photos at the time of the explosion to capture the mayhem and the face of whomever had opened the box. The photos would then be transmitted to a nearby receiver and immediately uploaded to the realm news channels remotely to share the moment with the many denizens of the realm.

Shay knew that she would be unable to set foot on the grounds herself, but lurked in the shadows nearby to watch as the poor maid girl made her way to the gate to announce her delivery of a package. The girl had been instructed to dangle a package of gummy bears in front of the camera at the gates to gain her passage to the front door, or at the very least draw someone out to retrieve the package from her. What would happen after that would be entirely up to Livia and her staff.

*Gets smacked in the face by a flying vampire*
AHHHH!!!!! GET IT OFFGETIOFFGETITOFF!
*stands and runs around flailing arms like a crazed person*
MY JUICE IS NOT FOR YOU GOWAI! MY MILKSHAKE DOES NOT BRING DEAD GUYS TO THE YARD!
*Tosses vampire to the side mumbling*
*Eyes Liv as tshe tries to crawl away*
*Grabs random bald headed bystander and tosses towards Liv*
MEWTOOO I CHOOSE YOU!
*Stares and blinks*
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